good thing there are so many great jobs to do indoors today, because it is yet another drizzly
mess outside. of course, that means i can’t ride my bike to classes this afternoon, but i can go
to the library . . .
but then, these purple crocus bloomed yesterday, so that’s saying something for the weather. it has been, after all, consistently in the upper 50s and 60s all week. i can also see daffodil buds across the yard from the window in front of my desk.
that reminds me—we listened to a couple of good books in our travels last week and the week before. the first one was called My Year of Meats by ruth l. ozecki, and narrrated by anna fields.
in it, a woman is hired to help produce a TV show for japanese television which is aimed at presenting their audience with an idealized view of american housewives and their favorite beef recipes. jane quickly begins to rebel against the silly and unrealistic vision of the show’s sponsors, and then, even more importantly, begins to uncover some scandalous information about the product (beef) itself and how it is produced for the mass market.
all arguments for or against meat-eating aside, this book is a worthy read, as its exploration under the surface of many issues provides good food for thought (no pun intended). why not look a little deeper into the things we take for granted? does it really hurt to delve into the parts of everyday life that might not be so pretty underneath? or does exploring actually show us that problems are there, but that solutions are possible—even some that require little effort but a simple change of habit?
the second book we started and have not finished yet is called Broken for You, by stephanie kallos and again, narrated by anna fields.
this is story some rather isolated people who end up, one by one, entering each other’s force fields, so to speak, and affecting forever the way that they negotiate life as they have been leading it. we’re only about two-thirds through it, but it is engrossing enough that david made sure i would not finish it without him (that’s saying something, trust me . . .).
while i wait for the shawl to dry (it’s a little humid and the heat has been off, so drying times have slowed), i reviewed my socks-on-the-needles inventory. and i only had two pair going—not at all enough—these ragg socks i started a few weeks ago
i finished the first one last night while we watched the prologue for the paris-nice (cycling) tour last night. and started the second one too.
the other ones i have going are the austermann step socks that saved my sanity during the blizzard last weekend
almost done with this first one.
now, you might be thinking . . . “what happened to that hemp pair she dragged out and showed us the other day??” there is just one word for those.
ok, not a word, but really. the only reason any pair of socks sits unknit for nearly a year around here is that i hate the yarn and can truly not bear to have it in my hands. or at least, truly not bear to be knitting it on tiny needles. out they came. i might attempt a scarf with the yarn at some point.
or, i may just give it away. the thing is, i loved the idea of this yarn—wool and hemp. what could be more groovy? uhh—turns out, almost everything.
so i decided to go back and resuscitate another postponed sock project, this one put aside last fall when i just couldn’t decide what stitch to use.
i know—i get wa-a-ay too caught up in that—who even cares what stitch i should use??
anyway, this was a sock project i talked about here with great enthusiasm, and then proceeded to get all wound up to the point where i just couldn’t make a decision. so i put them aside.
after i ripped out the hemp sock, i got the tree-scum-colored yarn (no, i’m not kidding—just look at the stuff) out again, went back to the first stitch i envisioned for it, and cast on happily, with nary a second glance at any other stitches.
i think they’ll be just right, evoking tree bark and algae appropriately-well to get my message across.
some things just take time and relaxation to come to fruition i guess. and no snide remarks from YOU about messages in tree scum, please . . .
so, now i’m feeling more well-rounded with three pair of socks on the needles.
but i need to remedy the fact that i have no shawl on the needles at present (though i DO have a pattern to produce). can you believe it? i already feel at a loss without a lace shawl to knit.
but never fear—i have several projects to start, the first one up in Briar Rose Fibers yarn; a shawl in two weights that will be pretty in two very different fiber offerings from this wonderful dyer. i also have two other shawl projects queued-up to follow, so it’s gonna be a busy couple of months for me, with exciting things in the works.